“You mean... you were thinking of it for my sake? Oh, sweetheart! interracial I’m touched... and at the same time the thought is scary. If you had said so, I would have left, and I wouldn’t have returned. You see, I would have been terrified by the thought of returning here only to find you gone...” Wrenching me back to the present, my heart felt clenched in a giant’s fist as I recalled how I had almost driven her away withal. Maramal – I wondered at the priest’s name, seemingly a derivative of his goddess’ – had begun the ceremony. Even so, I recalled little of it, enraptured as I was by my beautiful bride. The giant let go, and my heart swelled… XXII Connubial Nuptials I would take her home to Lakeview Manor, the grand home I had built for us in Falkreath. Rayya, my gruff countrywoman housecarl, was already there as steward, but my foot fetish children remained in Solitude for the nonce; I would send for them later. For a few days, we would have the manor to ourselves. Yet, the necessity of travel by coach meant that our first night need be spent on the road, as guests of Borgakh in the Orsimer stronghold of Largashbur. The orc woman had used her indian fetish skills and the treasures acquired whilst travelling with me – not to mention the dowry I paid on her behalf – to earn a place with another clan, as the respected first wife of their new chief, Gularzob. She would, I believed, be a steadying influence on him, pov who yet protested his unworthiness to succeed the cowardly Yamarz, whom I had slain after he betrayed an alliance we had formed to lift a curse from his tribe. Before we could retire, however, the tribe would treat us to their version of a matrimonial fête, celebrating Vilja’s and my nuptials as well as those of Borgakh and Gularzob. I was obliged to prove myself repeatedly in wrestling matches and mock combat, as well as drinking and boasting contests (though I decline to confess my prowess – or lack thereof – in either). Vilja joined in as well. Although she began the night shyly performing on her lute and singing, she soon progressed to challenging me to arm wrestle – having often bragged about her ability versus her brothers. Losing that, she professed herself thirsty, so I brought her another flagon of Blackbriar mead. Whilst I was not counting, I estimated her to have consumed at least two of the heady brews already. “Oh, thank you.” She drained half of it in one swig, wiped her mouth with the back of one hand ere she downed the remainder. “I’ll tell you what.” Oh no. I knew what was coming. “Why don’t I show you what we do in Solstheim? It will be fun – come on!” Jumping up on a table, she began to dance, writhing as the local bard began a tune and the crowd stomped and clapped, keeping time. “Awww… isn’t this fun?” she beamed. Matt and James on the other hand, were almost like twins – same height, size and body structure – which made it hard to know which one it was. “Oh, you are a naughty slut, Sabrina,” I groaned, plowing into her mouth hard and fast, my dick ramming to the back of her throat. As Madison was swallowing her first load of jism, her mother Emily was foot fetish being fucked in the ass. And then pain, unimaginable pain, as though she was a victim of Vlad Dracul, Bram Stoker's Dracula, Vlad the Impaler, he'd taken her quickly and at the extreme of his length, she screamed then tried to push him off, he slammed her and forced her down. Yet. Make use of this time.” he advises her. She began to read and soon they were both transported to the disturbing atmosphere of the old regime’s demi monde. John didn't respond at all. I asked her why she came back to the car. He drank too much, not even knowing of the liquor until too late. 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